The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was in chaos.
Nick Fury and his team had been closely monitoring the battle in the small town, but no one had anticipated it would escalate to this level, threatening the entire world.
"Sir, the freezing air is spreading globally with the town as the epicenter," an agent reported grimly.
"Cities and sea areas along the way are all frozen. We estimate we have less than twenty seconds before it reaches us."
The agent's voice was bitter, reflecting the hopelessness of the situation. Around them, the temperature plummeted. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters had measures to handle low temperatures, the sudden and extreme drop rendered them useless. Twenty seconds was too short for any contingency.
The end had arrived.
No one had expected it—not today, not ever. Nick Fury, hands clasped behind his back, stood silently in front of the big screen, his expression inscrutable. Was he reflecting on the past, regretting missed opportunities, or simply resigned? None could tell.
Agents around him stood still, staring at the screen, waiting for the icy embrace of death.
"Director..."
Maria Hill, ever composed, stood beside Fury. Frost clung to her short black hair and brows. Her voice, though trembling, remained steady. "Do you believe in miracles?"
Fury allowed a faint smirk. "Hill, do you believe in miracles?"
Before she could respond, the icy wave of death that had consumed everything in its path suddenly halted. The entire world seemed to pause. The frost, which had begun to consume New York City, retreated as if rewound by an invisible hand. Frozen buildings, vehicles, and people thawed, their movements resuming as though waking from a nightmare.
All across the city—and indeed, the world—confusion reigned. People emerged from their frost-covered cars and homes, blinking in disbelief.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, agents voiced their bewilderment.
"What just happened?"
"Wasn't this supposed to be the end?"
"Look! Look at the screen!"
Their chatter ceased as they turned their attention to the main monitor. There, a single figure appeared amidst the snowy chaos. He stood amidst the battlefield, glowing with an aura of golden light that banished despair and cast hope across the frozen landscape.
Nick Fury straightened, brushing non-existent frost from his coat. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. "He's here," he said softly, as though confirming a long-held belief.
Hill, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "Sir, is that... him?"
Fury nodded. "Leon."
In the snow-covered town, the Frost Giants roared in celebration, convinced of their victory. Thor, Sif, and the remaining Avengers looked on in despair as their comrades lay frozen. The Frost Giants' triumph was cut short, however, as the figure on the screen materialized beside Laufey, King of the Frost Giants.
Leon.
His arrival was like the sun piercing through an eternal winter. His presence radiated a divine power that stilled the battlefield. Frost that had engulfed the world was reversed, retreating back into the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Floating effortlessly, Leon reached out with an iron grip and seized Laufey by the throat, lifting the Frost King as though he were weightless.
Laufey struggled in disbelief, his scarlet eyes wide with shock. "Who... who are you?" he croaked, his voice trembling with fear and rage.
Before Leon could respond, Wanda's voice, tinged with relief and a touch of indignation, cut through the frigid air. "Leon~~~!" she called, her tone both grateful and chiding.
Leon's expression softened briefly as he glanced at her, then turned his attention back to Laufey. His voice was calm, unyielding, and carried the weight of absolute authority.
"You disturbed my tea time, Laufey."
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